was a good one, and they provided a flat in the entre of the old town. To cut a long story short, we Applied for jobs, we were given interviews and, in late May, we were offered the jobs. And we accepted. Italy. We were going to live there. Out of cold wet Manchester and into those hot summers, the blue lake, the snowy winters, the heaurifil scenery, the skiing t was all going to be ours all the time! We left our jobs. Everyone, our friends and family, even the people at work, thought we were silly to leave good jobs in England for an uncertain life abroad. We had expected that. We didn't mind ve paced our things, left some things with our parents and sent other things to Italy by train. In mid-August we took a two-week holiday and drove through France by car on our way to Como